Put me in the mirror or put me in a cell.
I got a piece of Saturday,
but I don’t know who to tell.
My tomorrow it was drowning fast.
No one told me why.
Eternity is too far away.
And I don’t know how to die.
The mystery mistress,
Whose footsteps keep the time,
Her limp walk and funny grin
Keep tomorrow on my mind.
There is no telling
Why or where or when or how the voices down the hall.
The tile floor will have to do for now.
But I don’t know where to fall.
The sun set flat on Sunday night.
But I knew it was late.
I know the grass don’t always grow
Where the weather’s warm.
The food don’t always fit your plate.
But everybody there was standing fast
Pretending they know how to move.
If the crow cries three times,
I still might go blind.
Then we’d finally get to see the tomb.
From where I’m standing, I ain’t so demanding.
Just ask the person next to you.
On the other hand,
My mind’s been branded.
And the moist war continues, too.
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